I should be writing one of the five on going fics I have but I’m not. I’m just not. No excuses. Just… that’s life.
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Ita-Hina
I have no plot.
I make no excuses, there’s some serious OOC i think. Maybe? I dunno.
May or may not continue this. Probably not. Not sure. I just needed space in my head.
Inky
They sent her out for him alone as a test of her worthiness. Or at least that’s what she understood. She had been proving herself to the clan since she could walk and so it came as no surprise that a mission otherwise regarded as suicide would be given to her as though it were a thing wrapped in a silk bow. The smiles of her elders were coy, their eyes twinkling. It was practically Christmas at the Hyuuga Main House.
She wasn’t sure what was the cause of cheer, her imminent death or perhaps the capture of a notorious S-ranked Criminal no one had yet to bring to justice by the hands of the Hyuuga Heiress.
To be perfectly frank, she was fairly certain the first of the options was what had the men in her family all sparkly eyed. She had realized long ago that her worth was almost doubled if she died out in the battlefield in some tragic way. After all, that would leave room for the true muscle of the family, Hanabi to take the reigns, it would in-debt the village to the clan, it would give the clan cause to do some rather unsavory things as retribution to those who felled their Hime. Their Princess. Their sacrifice.
Regardless, with a grim set to her jaw she had taken her orders and prepared for her mission, feeling the dryness of her throat and tongue inside her head like a bad omen of things to come.
Anbu had been unsuccessful in bringing back the nightmarish Itachi, a whole clan had fallen to his hands at the tender age of 13 and yet here she was, single solitary Hinata Hyuuga, out on a mission to bring him back. No team, no back up. Just the endless black of an abyss before her in the onyx eyes of the murdering Uchiha.
“This is madness.” Neji’s voice had been shaking, his lips pale, his eyes wide. The stoic facade could not hide his terror. “How could they possibly think you-”
“I will do as requested.” Hinata murmured. “Perhaps, if I am lucky he will not kill me.” She lowered her head busying herself with her gear, although all of it looked like play things when the task at hand was really in her mind’s eye. What good were kunai against a tidal wave of Mangekyou? What was the point of exploding tags against nightmares killing her inside?
“But Hinata-”
Raising her pearl eyes to his reflective gaze his Hime smiled sadly, donning her pack onto her shoulder with tired slow movements. “What choice do I have, Neji-nii? What choice?”
With the blood coursing through their veins, he knew there was none.
When she finally found him it came as a shock. Like looking for a needle fallen on a carpet she had spread herself thin, her palms tracing over the smooth fabric expecting the prick of pain and finding nothing for months.
And then all of a sudden there he was, a sharp point of pain and the first drops of blood that were soon to be followed by a torrent.
He was still, several kilometers away, and even from a distance she could see the beat of his heart had slowed down to nearly nothing. Chakra flowed in odd twists and turns within his limbs and torso. When the rain began to fall she moved.
Tsunade had been apologetic as she exited the village, her eyes searching her face before she donned the porcelain mask to hide her face. “Anbu are chosen for their skills not their rank, but I know your heart is not in this mission, or likely any I could use you for. For that I am sorry.”
Hinata had held the mask in her hands, the feral face of a panther stared back at her with cut out unseeing eyes and she sighed deeply. “I am here to serve my Hokage, to protect my village, to bring honor to my clan.” Raising the pale gaze so prized by many she whispered. “I am honored you think me worthy of this mission.”
The blonde smiled then as Hinata placed the mask on her face, the bite of the tattoo that had branded her still stung on her arm.
“I chose you because you can say things like that with a straight face I almost believed. You think you’ll die… I think you may actually complete this and come back to us.”
Behind the mask it was even easier still to lie and so Hinata had done so. “I trust the judgement of my mentor and Hokage, Tsunade-sama. I will see you soon.”
Her skills were a strange set, the main of which were her eyes of course and their ability to see far ahead, so far ahead that any sense of surprise should be neutralized. She was also an expert at covert missions, her skills not prized in head on battles were essential in the real espionage that gathered intel. And the last but not least of her credentials for this task…she was angelic.
That was the thing that had her where she was, in the thickest forest of the Rain, where there was never a day where she wasn’t soaked to the bone and where Itachi had last been sighted.
That one thing she had no control over was what her Hokage was betting would save her life. Something about the put together of her wide eyes, her soft features, her soft voice.
She didn’t sneak up on him but rather began walking with purposefully clumsy steps that she knew he could hear even through the fall of the rain.
Her hands reached up and removed the panther mask, dropping it on the way, fingers undoing the gray flak jacket and tossing it aside. Sniffing deeply and getting herself in touch with her growing panic she wrapped her arm, burying the tattoo that would give her away even as she tore at the fabric of her shirt, and finally she slid a kunai over her cheek, letting it shed blood.
Breathing slowly and carefully she kept her eyes down, bursting into the clearing and with a practiced widening of the eyes froze staring at the Uchiha whose rotating red gaze fixed itself on her.
He took one long look, and as she stared, mouth parting open in shock he cocked his head.
“…Hyuuga. What is a little dove like you doing out here all alone?”
What indeed?
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